Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 187 - 167: Battle of Geniuses! _2

Chapter 187: Chapter 167: Battle of Geniuses! _2

"Seeking guidance?"

Li Ping’an didn’t recognize the name Pei Yuanjing, but as soon as he heard the words "Flame Cloud Sect," he understood and immediately counter-asked,

"Are you here to seek revenge for Xie Wenren? Hey hey hey! Don’t forget that our fight to the death was at his request, not mine. All those cats and dogs were watching at the time! Moreover, according to the rules of fighting to the death, we can’t exert pressure using our sect, nor seek retaliation afterward. What’s this? Are you trying to force me to call on Night Traveler to stand up for me?"

"Xie Wenren? That waste has already been expelled from our sect!"

Pei Yuanjing said indifferently.

"Big talk!"

Li Ping’an gave Pei Yuanjing an incredulous look, not buying his nonsense.

"This person happens to be the second greatest talent in the world, Great Immortal Pei. You think he’s boasting? We think he’s being modest!"

A bunch of idle followers, rascals, and servants chimed in, eager to flatter.

Li Ping’an replied irritably,

"What second greatest talent in the world? I don’t know shit about that!"

Upon hearing this from Li Ping’an, Pei Yuanjing believed that what Xie Wenren had said about him not belonging to any sect was true. Li Ping’an simply couldn’t be unaware of his esteemed name. So, he hastened to explain,

"My challenge today has nothing to do with sect matters, nor is it personal grudge. It’s simply a friendly spar!"

"Seek guidance on what?"

Li Ping’an questioned earnestly, squinting his eyes.

Pei Yuanjing responded with passion,

"I, Pei Yuanjing, cannot tolerate anyone in the same generation within the Taoist sect being stronger than me! It’s a matter of life and death, and of distinguishing superior from inferior."

"Ah, for fuck’s sake, look at you getting all worked up!"

Li Ping’an rolled his eyes, impatiently waved his hand, and said,

"I don’t have time. I don’t have time to mess around here with you all. I’m just an ordinary person. Let’s talk about this another time!"

"Heh heh, you may not have time, but we have plenty!"

Cen Fuda thought Li Ping’an was scared and couldn’t hide his smug smile.

Pei Yuanjing stroked his chin for a moment before asking,

"May I ask if Immortal Li is attending this year’s Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master?"

"The Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master?"

Li Ping’an was taken aback,

"What the hell is that?"

Pei Yuanjing was provoked not because Li Ping’an insulted the grand ceremony but because he understood that a Taoist cultivator with no sect like Li Ping’an wouldn’t be qualified to attend. It meant Li Ping’an was an itinerant Taoist, here today and maybe somewhere else tomorrow.

Pei Yuanjing realized that if he missed this opportunity, it would be tough to find Li Ping’an, the itinerant Taoist, in the future. So, he threatened,

"Immortal Li, since you haven’t attended the ritual, you cannot refuse tonight. You must face me in a contest!"

"A bunch of nonsensical people. I don’t have time to play here with you. Goodbye!"

Li Ping’an was about to return to retrieve his luggage and escape, but how could Cen Fuda, Iron Staff Wang Lang, and others let him go?

"Brothers! Kill him!"

Iron Staff Wang Lang didn’t want Pei Yuanjing to take the credit before he could speak up, so he immediately initiated the attack, leading followers, rascals, and servants in an assault with swords drawn.

"These damn nuisances..."

Pei Yuanjing just cursed without moving, waiting for Li Ping’an to deal with these people first before they could spar.

"Damn it, get lost! If you don’t scram now, it’ll be too late!"

Li Ping’an was keen on continuing his stay in Chang’an and had no desire to cause trouble in Chang’an City. He retreated and warned once more, but Iron Staff Wang Lang and the others were like madmen, charging at Li Ping’an, treating him as easy prey.

"Well then, I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson..."

Li Ping’an had no intention of killing them; he just wanted to chastise them slightly, hoping they would take the hint and back off.

"Object Control! Sword, come!"

Li Ping’an threw the iron sword into the air, hands behind his back, and immediately utilized Divine Skills to control the Flying Sword as it flew toward Iron Staff Wang Lang and his group.

"Ah?"

Iron Staff Wang Lang and the others were startled to see that Li Ping’an actually possessed Taoist methods. Then, they saw an almost invisible cold gleam flash before their eyes, trying to defend themselves.

However, their crude skills were no match. Just when they thought they were about to be killed by Li Ping’an, the cold gleam swept across their cheeks and then whacked them harshly with the flat of the sword blade.

As the iron sword flew past their faces, it suddenly turned and flew straight at the aloof Pei Yuanjing. Pei Yuanjing, unfazed, simply pointed a finger at the approaching gleam, and the iron sword flew back. This move truly impressed Li Ping’an:

Not too shabby! If this had been Xie Wenren without the protection of the Yinrang Ring, he’d probably be dead by now!

"Immortal Li, stop testing me already, just clean up these wretches so I can seek guidance from you!"

Pei Yuanjing kept urging with his hands behind his back.

"Sword Control Technique? He does have real skills? Was Xie Wenren really defeated by him?"

Iron Staff Wang Lang and the others finally realized the danger, understanding that Xie Wenren had not lied to them.

Li Ping’an had clearly shown mercy with his strike, merely slapping their cheeks; if he had aimed at their necks, they would be ghosts under his sword by now!

"Those who want to live, run now! Don’t bother me anymore!"

Li Ping’an sheathed the Flying Sword and warned the motley crew before him.

"Run for it!"

Iron Staff Wang Lang and the others, awestruck by Li Ping’an’s Sword Control Technique, were speechless with fear, but they had no time for that now. They turned and ran for their lives, as if regretting not having been born with an extra pair of legs.